Ple-Sen
-- Death is inevitable, at least for us. As for milord Ardelisot, with such a weapon many would have held out for a long time. And the melee itself is, in essence, chaos. In a sense — a reflection of our existence in this world... You seem somewhat upset about not receiving the prize. I understand that. Therefore, as a consolation, I invite you to my workshop. Good models are hard to find, and you would surely be pleased to have your own painting. There is no need to bare yourself; your face will suffice, — Axel paused. — That sounded ambiguous... But you understood me. Such aesthetic combinations of colors and forms are rarely encountered. I wish to capture you for the delight of future generations' eyes.
— Inevitable, — Catharsis nodded in agreement, — sooner or later mortals, cities, civilizations, and even gods die. The relentless millstones of time make no exceptions for anyone. All of us will sooner or later turn to stardust. Alas, such are the laws of the universe. But is that a reason to be content with little? Is that a reason not to surpass oneself? Life is chaos, as you rightly noted, milord von Himmel. Life is struggle. Including against these very laws of the universe. However, I dare to assure you that such an insignificant defeat causes me no distress. Without encountering obstacles on one's path, a person can never become better.
The words about forms somewhat surprised Alaria. No, she certainly stood out in that regard, but all of it was hidden beneath a thick layer of armor... except for that duel with Zedil, where the Rehnlander shattered her armor with a precise strike. Evidently, it was then that Axel's gaze had noticed the peculiarities of her physique. The rogue had been watching the duel attentively, credit where due, but it did not seem that the display of martial skill interested him more than any other spectacle. Curious.
— Art takes many forms, but why immediately as a model? I am certain your trained eye managed to spot other subjects for a canvas over the course of today. Including my triumph preceding the melee. I shall think over your proposal, Gloomy Sky.
The Knight of Catharsis receives a low nod, met with a gaze full of respect.
- Like everyone, I have heard much of the ingenuity and talent of Silverdan's citizens, but I have never had the fortune to observe it firsthand. I confess, I could never have devised such a well-thought-out strategy of opposition in such a tricky battle. From the bottom of my heart, I would wish to someday stand on the same side as you.
— Milord Vargas, my tactical knowledge pales before your masterful command of the dagger. Even poisoned, with your last strength, you proved capable of overcoming a mighty opponent. Such strength is not granted to me, so I must rely more on tactical cunning. Perhaps we truly will yet fight shoulder to shoulder, perhaps even more than once. And I would not refuse a friendly sparring match with such a mighty warrior as yourself. I sincerely hope that our next meeting proves as bright as today's.